Gary had been used to his thoughts keeping him company on
the drive. It had been two years since he and Jen split. A good year and a half
since they worked out visitation and he accepted the drive as part of his new
life. Nothing in the world could keep him from seeing his little man,
especially not a four hour drive.
Looking in the review mirror he could almost see little Nate
sitting in his car seat. Sitting there reaching out asking for dadda looking
sad. Gary shook it off and put his eyes back on the road. Just ahead the orange
haze ended and darkness stood in an almost unnatural transition.
The smell of vinyl from the ole gal’s upholstery was a
comforting companion on the
journey. One of the last hopes life
hadn’t beat out of him was the hope Nate would inherit the car and love it as
he did. But the price of gas and upkeep kept that dream teetering in the wind
as every other hope he had had, each of which ‘til now had all blown away.
The darkness enveloped the hotrod and it got cold. Gary
tried his best to keep focused on the road. Time passed and he became lost in
his thoughts. Memories of what had been, ideas of what could be. Somewhere in
the blackness he realized he had been driving too long. He knew the highway
well but in the blackness he felt disoriented. After enough time had passed
Gary decide to pull over and get his bearings.
The side of the road felt smoother than he expected, the ole
gal slowed and stopped. Opening the door he felt no movement of air and yet it
was so much colder than the cabin had been, cold to the bone. He stepped out
and looked around. The gravel made little noise, that and the lack of wind
reminded him of a vacuum. The only thing he could make out were the tumble
weeds on the side of the road just before his head lights; beyond seemed to be
absorbed by the darkness. The cold
became unbearable. Suddenly the road and tumble weeds seemed to get darker and
there was a growing hum like a trucker’s horn which grew as the darkness
enclosed. Gary jumped back into the cab and pressed the accelerator hoping the
headlights would cut through the darkness once again, which they did.
He drove on for what seemed like hours and then, days. Every
so often he looked back in the mirror at the car seat. Sometimes he would see
nothing, sometimes he would see Nate reaching towards him with black eyes
screaming “Dadda!” he kept driving through the darkness for a dawn that would
not come.
………
It was the third time in his short career that Brian’s job
had become too much. He now knew why this highway had such a turnover and open
placement. He looked at the little bloody boy strapped to the gurney, sleeping
sedated. He remembered the accident scene, that man he could only guess as
being this boys dad laying there, long dead. This boy still strapped in that
car seat reaching out and calling to his father. The paramedic sat as the
ambulance bounced down the highway, he sat there looking at the boy thinking
about the night, eyes watery with held back tears.
Copyright S Williams
2012
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